User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3474228-20111025195956

A ragged assortment of about twenty vermin sit around a fire, with a small fat rat laying about the camp, attempting to intimidate the other vermin, but to no avail. A few of them throw rotted apple cores at the small rat, and he finally sits down with a pout.

A fox notices Corbus and picks up a pair of twin daggers. "Dinner's arrived, mates." The other vermin laugh and pick up their own weapons.